It all started with a proclamation made by my soon-to-be-six year old nephew/Godson, James.
He said, "You are the most athletic person in our family!"
This proclamation was met by a chorus of laughter. Honestly, in the past, Lisa + athletic would only be used if I was trying to explain what an antonym meant! Trust me, people. I was more of the band/choir/speech/drama/student council type in high school.
But in the eyes of my James, I am the most athletic person. That morning, I had explained that I would be running a marathon. Running 26.2 miles is hard for the adult mind to grasp, so I imagine it's even harder for a child to grasp. To help him understand how far it is, I explained that I would basically be running from his house to my parents house. Putting that distance in understandable terms for him resulted in a wide-eyed/shocked/"you must be crazy" look.
Hence, the reason for the proclamation that I am the most athletic person in the family.
This is certainly not the case. My brothers were good at football in high school. My sister would leave me in a trail of her dust if we were able to go for a run together.
But earning the admiration of a 6 year old apparently made me believe in myself and my abilities a bit more.
Couple that with the fact that I seriously SCHOOLED my family in bocce ball on the 4th - and, well, I was feeling pretty darn athletic.
So in the evening hours of the 4th of July, I thought it'd be a great idea to show my nephews how to do a cartwheel and a round off. As a child, I had spent hours upon hours in our yard, practicing cartwheels and other acrobatics, so I figured I still had it in me.
I will say, I successfully completed the cartwheel and round off and I really felt like I stuck the landing.
The next day I woke up in pain and had a swollen ankle. I thought I had maybe tweaked it on my long run on Saturday (which went horribly by the way). Then, last Wednesday, the light bulb went off and I realized that the ankle issues could be traced back the freaking 4th of July acrobatics.
Although I am basically in the best shape I could be, apparently my 29-year old body is not built to do cartwheels.
I often say, "Know your strengths." Now I will follow that up by saying, "But know your limits."
I will say - this injury freaked me out. I am a bit of a schedule follower, so taking a couple of extra days off sent me into a tizzy. I may have called my mom and cried. There was a flurry of bbm's sent to my training partner, Amber.
Luckily, I was able to run again by Friday and had a great 12 mile training run yesterday.
I learned my lesson, though.
Marathon Training + Cartwheels do not mix
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Training Tally:
Miles ran last week: 21 (should have been 29 if not for the ankle issues...)
Training-to-date mileage: 120




